Warmer Than Ice

Need to watch out for the
Spiders
Needs to look out for the
Cooks
They boil their brew in poison
Its a web of lice
Enough to entice

They stole their gold from the
corridors
They stole their bricks from the
Walls
They isolate their slaves at home
Its a prison of choice
Its colder than ice

Forced to take a breather from the
Oven vent
Forced to stand alone in the middle of
Nowhere
They let go only when they need freedom
Then they leave it to the mice
That how they roll their dice

Turned the gold into paper
Turned the slaves into masters
They melted the spider venom with an oven vent
A safe home for the lice
It was warmer than the ice